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Mar. 27th, 2016 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rockabillyboyFair was fair.
Jack had been brought up to be a man of his word and, when he lost a bet, he followed through. There's a shiver of nerve as he kills Ghost's engine and swings up out of the car, shoving his keys into the pockets of his jeans. They're well out of town, in the shadow of trees, and the sun is shining down, throwing dappled light. Jack smooths a strand of his hair back into place and then offers Kavinsky his hand.
"Good race."
Jack had been brought up to be a man of his word and, when he lost a bet, he followed through. There's a shiver of nerve as he kills Ghost's engine and swings up out of the car, shoving his keys into the pockets of his jeans. They're well out of town, in the shadow of trees, and the sun is shining down, throwing dappled light. Jack smooths a strand of his hair back into place and then offers Kavinsky his hand.
"Good race."
